"You... You are the Blood Dragon Demon Marshal of the Eastern Demon Kingdom? My lord, please leave quickly. Our bodies have already been tampered with. Staying with us could bring unforeseen disasters."
Upon seeing the figure of the visitor, Marlo, the Demon General, clenched his teeth and laid out all the matters at hand.
These days, he had already figured it all out—if he genuinely cooperated with the human cultivators to capture all the powerful Demonkin in one go, there was an old saying among humans that fit well.
When the birds are gone, the bow is hidden; when the cunning rabbit is dead, the hunting dog is cooked.
By then, he, Marlo, would still be unable to escape death.
Since death was inevitable either way, it was better to take a chance and pin his hopes on this lord before him to have some miraculous means to remove the tampering done to their bodies.
